Devouring The Heavens

Chapter eighty-sixty-three Buddhist dream

In the night sky, Peng Fei's bare head shone brightly, with golden light behind his head, and the breath of the supreme Buddha light on his body diffused, setting it off as if he were an old monk, exuding the endless ancient charm of the Buddha, giving people an indescribable tranquility. .

Peng Fei's serious bragging force made Xuanyuan's mouth twitch and could not help twitching. His eyelids jumped wildly. Is there really a character like Peacock Xiaoming Wang in'Daleiyin Temple'?I'm afraid even he hasn't been to Ximen Fomen.

The fat man who signed up for the application. If someone with'Daleiyin Temple' was present, was it revealed that he had no such character, wouldn't it be all broken?

"Relax, the Buddhist gate of Xizhou has been isolated from the world for a long time. Since Nanzhou, Dongzhou, Beizhou, and Zhongzhou have continued to have the existence of the heavenly immortals and the state of the sages, they went to Xizhou to visit, and finally all returned a message They all converted to Buddhism, making Sizhou very afraid of Xizhou, and Buddhism never invaded other states, only resisted in Xizhou Daomen Chamber!"

The voice of the greedy old man sounded from the heart of Xuanyuan, which made Xuanyuan feel relieved a lot. If Peng Fei was helped by his identity, in fact, there is nothing, the key would be that it would involve himself. This is what Xuanyuan is most worried about. Come to me, Xuanyuan sighed in his heart that it was too careless to speak the truth about this fat man.

Xuanyuan and Pengfei begged Jiang Yan's voice to pass in, only to hear the piano sounds from the flower boat coming out, with a little bit of grievance, sadness, desolation, and exciting, every syllable has a rhythm flowing in the road, and at the same time, A voice like a natural sound came out. On the'Nan Tianhe', the Yingyingyanyan in the hundred ships were silent for a moment, all the hustle and bustle disappeared, and everyone seemed to calm down and listen.

"God, who is it, going through the alleys."

"Who is next, wearing a red wedding dress."

"Looking back, Qingtong reflects in white and breaks up."

The woman's voice gave Xuanyuan no reason to goosebumps, the singing was very beautiful, penetrated into the heart, between words and words, there was a miserable helplessness.

"The ascetic monk travels forward, leading the lover to go west."

"Bai Yi cuts his love, breaks his heart, and weeps behind!"

"The woman in red holds a dagger, stabs her heart, walks alone, and laughs."

"Suddenly hearing Abi's call, she walked into hell."

At this point, the sound of the piano suddenly rises, the murders are rampant, the fighting intentions are full of people, and the people's voice becomes more sad.

"The flames burned down the ten thousand families, the white-clothed man fled with wounds, and the red-clothed woman was forced to marry Tianyu.

Here, the high-pitched piano sound suddenly became gentle, with a bit of ridicule and helplessness in the string, she sneered:

"Thousands of years later, he took the demonic pestle. She wore a saint's skin and met each other in red dust. They stood facing each other. In the past, they met in the bamboo huts. He penned and pointed at Jiangshan, and the two made up their minds privately.